𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃
He says he can wait.
That he'll heal me, love me, treat me like I'm something whole. But what happens when he steps into the wreckage of a heart so broken, so bruised, that there's...
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Everything went downhill the moment we stepped on Rathore's property, before knowing it belonged to Kiaan's long-retired rival. The moment they stared into each other's eyes, a war ignited.
While I never played beyond state level—partially because I didn't see a career in it, and partially because my mom was highly displeased with me playing it—the moment I dropped it due to the latter, football never felt the same.
I couldn't enjoy it as much because the thought of my actions, which made me happy, also made my mother disappointed.
Kiaan, on the other hand, believed in never—and I mean never—considering anyone his rival, given his god-like skills in football. But the famous Aakash Rathore shattered that belief with a single goal.
They went head-to-head, eye-to-eye, in every game. The moment they were off the field, they tried every trick under the sun to erase each other's existence. Sometimes it ended in petty fights—like who was worse and all that crap—while other times it escalated to harsher things, like trashing each other's cars and other rowdy antics.
While Kiaan can't drive yet, he still has a collection of cars he travels in and is waiting to inherit. Aakash, two years older than him, has a similar taste but prefers bikes, which Kiaan once tried puncturing.
When Aakash found out, he crashed Kiaan's parties in retaliation and even made false accusations of illegal activities. That could've led to months of investigation and punishment—if Kiaan weren't a Malhotra and also my elder sibling, Vedika di, had his back.
I have no idea why she always dotes on this asshole like he's one of us. Being all mysterious and private, she's the only one—aside from us twins, of course—who has direct access to him.
A devil's call, no doubt.
The moment Vedika di called, I shoved the phone into his hand. The guy needed to calm the hell down before he blew everything up. After the call, he looked steadier, more in control—but what pissed me off was that he took all the damn blame on himself.
It was Isha who pulled us back from the edge, the one who stopped the war from breaking out. And Kiaan? Lucky bastard got out of it without a scratch.
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We made it back to the hotel in 10 minutes flat. Aakib didn't waste a second, carrying Kiaan straight to the infirmary while I headed off to find the others.
"Looking for your other annoying half?" Samrudh smirked.
"Yeah, something like that," I muttered, trying to play it cool. Truth is, I wasn't just looking for the others—I was looking for Samayara. I wanted to make sure she's okay because even though she was hurt in the bustle, she definitely wouldn't say it out loud like always.
